week 5 curfew ft. our emotional support npcs

[rerouter]

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[rerouter]

[There are snacks and plenty of drinks for anyone who wants to much and crunch before sleep takes us all. Some fresh room service blankets and pillows are available in a corner, too. This would truly be the comfiest curfew if they didn't just come off watching a vampire bleed all over the snow, whew.]

[booksleeves]

[Oh, comfy! She will keep an eye on the stove to keep it burning low; not a great idea to fall asleep with it burning. But bundled up in blankets, it feels a little better in here. The view outside even more so.]

It's beautiful. It's almost easy to forget . . .

[rerouter]

Right? I wish we could have seen this under any other circumstances...

[Monika has a blanket thrown over her shoulders, a water bottle in one hand as she pays special attention to the window.]

Do you think we'll see the aurora tonight?

[booksleeves]

Oh, I should hope so. I have always wanted to see it, haven't you?

[evocationary]

[oh, she's just here now? somehow she escaped jail... and is also very confused. she missed the whole people wandering out bleeding thing, so at least she's in decent spirits?

also she's not able to leave the area. wild.]

Oh. This is foreboding.

[booksleeves]

Oh.

[She looks a little dismayed.]

You're trapped here along with us now?

[evocationary]

Looks like it!

[this is... alarming, for her, but she's got a pretty casual look on her face. conceal, don't feel.]

Though I couldn't tell you if I was stuck before or not. I didn't do a lot of wandering.

[rerouter]

... Is this the first time it's happened to you?

[Imagine if Lup dies because she spent the night with them. Awful.]

[evocationary]

Maybe! I'm not sure. Tell you true, I haven't been able to keep track of time very well.

[haha wouldn't that be funny]

[yueshen]

Oh, Miss Lup...

[ ruh roh ]

...This has become rather normal for us, unfortunately...

[evocationary]

Yeah, all of you are treating this like just another Thursday! Uh - it is... Thursday, right?

Anyway. It'll be fine. At least it's warm here.

[powerplay]

...?

Haven't you been here every week? This isn't the first time you've been in lockdown has it?

[ Maybe she's missing the point. Maybe it's Maybelline. Wow I thought I submitted this and then I didn't, I keep doing this all week. ]

[evocationary]

It's the first time I've been locked in with you all. Never had one of these, uh - what are we calling this? Pre-death party? Things. Before.

[babble more, lup.

also there's a squeak from on top of power's head. how did greg get there. it's a mystery. at least he's not in the fucking terrarium anymore.]

[grigori]

[


baraqiel summons a bottle of alcohol and offers it to her, dust fading afterwards. because if she's going to be stressed out in here with them, she might as well have something to take some of the edge off. ]

[evocationary]

[thanks, she appreciates this. she takes the booze, and takes a drink pretty much immediately.

and then offers them some.]

[voltadomar]

Hm. You're joining us tonight?

[She looks familiar, though they haven't spoken. He wants to ask why she's here, on murder night, but whatever, it's probably fine.]

It's good to meet you, miss...

[evocationary]

Looks like it. Sorry not sorry to barge in on your super cozy sleepover.

[she gives him a little wink.] It's Lup. I don't think I ever caught your name.

[grigori]

[ if you want something non-powered from baraqiel, he is here as your emotional support watcher. but besides a brief bit of time spent looking out the window, he seems to actually prefer being further away from the stove, dressed down for the first time in public. warm.

(the undercloak has been folded neatly nearby, so it's still here.)

his daemon is actually weasel-shaped at the moment and laying stretched out to maximum noodle at the door, though, little ears twitching every now and then to listen for any changes. ]

[yueshen]

[ san lang, who has been a bunny up to this point, hops off of xie lian's lap when he notes the weasel, shifting forms gracefully into a ferret mid leap and hopping over on his little legs to come lay next to the weasel. whatcha lookin at

while this happens, xie lian looks over at baraqiel, and then frowns, sympathetically. he lifts up the edge of one of his big sleeves and scooches a little closer, then starts fanning baraqiel with it, sounding a little rueful. ]

You must be terribly uncomfortable, Baraqiel... [ all those layers. ]

[grigori]

[ a chitter of greeting and a headrub from the weasel to the ferret. they should? be able to open the door fine? but of course they want to keep the warmth inside for the others, so the daemon appears to just be peeking under the crack. and also cooling off here.

baraqiel makes a noncommittal noise, but does turn his face towards the fanning. ]

It could be worse. [ meaning he is kind of sweaty, yeah. ] But you know we have conditions for taking the cloak or the mask off.

[powerplay]

[ Ritty snif at weasel. Power still has leftover bread from when she ran off to get snacks for cyoa returners. She hands him a pastry too. ]

If I want to send food to the graveyard, do I just smush it into a bottle?

[rerouter]

[... she passes them a cool water bottle for their sweaty woes.]

Will you be okay?

[voltadomar]

[Kim just stares at all the snacks, drinks, blankets, and pillows. This is by far the comfiest curfew he's ever seen.]

Do you do this every week?

[rerouter]

Hm, kind of? If we're stuck here, we might as well settle in. No point in being stressed and uncomfortable, right?

[yueshen]

[ nodding ]

Something like it. It is easier to withstand difficult times in the company of good friends.

[ with a warm smile at their lil group! ]